Tim pressed his body against the giant stone, the coarse sand rubbing his sweaty skin raw. His hands grabbed either side and Tim started to hoist the block. His biceps flexed and tendons strained but they held as he swung his body to bring the stone resting on its new platform. Three-quarters of the way …

“I love deadlines. I love the whooshing noise they make as they go by.” ― Douglas Adams, The Salmon of Doubt Dear Sir. Bartholomew-Rex. We would like to take a moment to thank you for the submission of your article, “Dinosaurs are People Too.” You made good on your promise that you had “ample time …